Open Dialogue: Questions Dealing With People

By Christopher Heller

Why can’t I look at someone and smile at them? Why can’t I tell someone, “I like looking at you. I wonder how you spend the day”?

While walking down the stairs commenting on another man’s shoe, why do I feel so judged? Why can’t I say what I want? Tell jokes that I want? Tell people, in my humble opinion, what the right thing to do is? How come I have to try so hard to be seen as an all-right dude? Are my anxieties a shared enterprise, exercise, experience?

Will giving weight to my worries only exacerbate them into fears and doubt?  How can I look into someone’s eyes and say the right thing? Will people have the temerity to say what they feel? Or do we not have a clue as to what to feel about another person? How come I can’t cum on someone’s tits?

How come people don’t give a shit about giving a shit? Well if not, does it really matter to all of us to be among one of us?

How in the hell can you tell me what it means to be me? Maybe I have too good a sense of who I am and not a suspicion as to who you are, is that what I’m all about? Figuring out who you are? Or am I lost completely?

I hear too often the phrase, “All I want to do is…” This limiting, narrowing, simplifying statement tries to get at the meaning of what makes us happy absurdly sacrificing the complexities of happiness. I am thrilled to ask socially noxious questions as long as their grounded from a firm stance as to who I am and what makes me happy. Why should we hesitate about getting on together? It’s all within our little windows of communication to share who we are with other people. Isn’t that expressive? Shouldn’t it be rewarding? But really, how come I cant cum on someone’s tits because who really is the embarrassed one in that scenario? Do whatever makes you happy but please, lets be happy together.